Missy, Missy
Born to be a dreamer
Optomistic schemer
That's what you turned out to be

Missy, Missy
Chasing after moonbeams
Reaching for the moon
Seems such a wate of time to me

You grow old searching for
A pot of gold
When you're four
The things you got are worth a lot more

Missy, Missy
How can I convince you
There will be no Prince to come
And carry you away

Missy, Missy
What's the use of pining
For a silver lining
When your skies now are grey

You grow old searching for
A pot of gold
I don't care
You're building castles up in the air

Missy, Missy
Break this spell you honour
You'll find something wonderful
If you come out today

Missy, Missy
Life is meant for living
Take this heart I'm giving
With my love for only

For only you.
